Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to missouri
He can't afford to fly.
Got a penny for a Poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye.


I hope my story don't make you cry,
But this birdie flew too high;
He flew from his old Missouri home.
He fell right into the city ways, like dancin' in cabarets,
From party to party he would roam.

Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to missouri
He can't afford to fly.
Got a penny for a Poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye.

He met a birdie who looked so nice,
A real bird of paradise,
Good lookin' but fickle in the heart.
But oh, how she told him lies,
'Cause she loved another from the start.

Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to missouri
He can't afford to fly.
Got a penny for a Poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye.

His dreams are battered, his feathers bent,
Now he hasn't got a cent;
He feels like his heart is gonna break.
So if he ever walks up to you,
Please throw him a crumb or two,
'Cause you could have made the same mistake.

Poor little robin
Walkin', walkin', walkin' to missouri
He can't afford to fly.
Got a penny for a Poor little robin
Walkin' walkin' walkin' to missouri
Got a teardrop in his eye.
Got a teardrop in his eye.